Nic's Devotion: An Endless Series: Book One (43 page)

     I was experiencing a sensory overload from everything
that was happening; the way the hairs on his legs rubbed against my legs, his
lips coming down to devour mine until we had to break way to breath, the feel
of his shifting back muscles under my hands, the friction of his penis moving
in and out of me…hitting and rubbing my special spot every time. 

     I was going to come again!

     “Nic!” I cried as I felt it rushing over me. Unable to
help myself I pulled him down on top of me needing to feel him pressed against
me. My inner muscles clamping down on Nic as my orgasm hit making him feel even
bigger inside of me. Nic’s shoulder was right there and I knew I was going to
yell really loudly if I didn’t put something in my mouth. Without thinking I
bit down and screamed. 

     “Oh fuck,” Nic grunted. He slammed into me hard and
began pumping his hips furiously. “So…fucking…good…shit!” His head was beside
mine on the pillow and his chest rubbed against by breasts with each thrust and
if possible he seemed to get even larger inside of me making my orgasm bite
harder into me.

     “Ahhh.” I screamed into his shoulder again, my fingers
biting into his skin.

     “Ahhhhh.” Nic roared slamming hard into me one more
time grinding into me, grinding into my clit. I felt a rush of warmth fill me
as I pulsated in agonizing pleasure around him.

     I gasped in breaths as we lay there after the
explosion. My and Nic’s hips continued to move together, but it was a slow and
gently rocking, not the pummeling of before. The movements sent little
shockwaves of delight through me, and I leisurely caressed my hands over his
damp back enjoying the closeness. He was lying on top of me, his body moist,
heavy and sated, and I wasn’t freaking out about it at all.

     Nick expelled a deep breath against my right ear and
his hand on the other side of my head sifted through my hair. He finally raised
his head and looked down at me with a soft, contented expression. He was so
beautiful. “You’re okay with me lying on you now?”

     I smiled and smoothed some damp hairs off his forehead.
“I’ve been working on it at the hospital. I wasn’t sure if it would work in a
non-controlled situation, but I couldn’t help myself. I had to feel you on
me…as well as in me.” I whispered. I was feeling exceptionally natural at the
moment and the words just had to be said.

     Nic smiled and moved his hips sensually. I could feel
him in me, not as hard and big as before, but I still felt full and it was
nice. He leaned down and softly kissed his way around one side of my jaw to the
other. “Will you tell me, not now, but later how you got over your fear?” He whispered
in my ear when he got to it.

     I shivered and couldn’t help involuntary clenching my
inner muscles around him. I felt him twitch and jerk inside of me. It felt
really wet down there.

     He groaned and surged into me. “How do you do that to me?
I should be wrung out.”

     I didn’t answer him, just ran my hands up and down his
back. He had an awesome back. The more I roamed and caressed the harder and
bigger I could feel him getting inside of me. That part of him was pretty
awesome too. He rotated his hips thrusting a little bit.

     “I should stop. You’re probably sore?”

     I wasn’t sure if he was asking me or telling himself
that. “I don’t feel sore.” I said just in case.

     His hips thrust a little harder. “Does that hurt?”

     “No.” Well, only slightly, the tingles of pleasure
definitely outweighed it.

     Another harder thrust. “Ah fuck…What about that?” He
grunted.

     I whimpered in bliss. “No.”

     Nic kept thrusting and asking until we couldn’t talk
any longer. It
was
breathtaking.

Chapter
Thirty-eight

Nic

    
I
woke up slowly, lying partially on top of Carrie. It was like even
subconsciously I couldn’t bear to be apart from her.  She was laying half on
her side and half on her stomach, her black hair a glossy cloud around her
head. The blanket was down around our waists leaving her naked back exposed for
my viewing pleasure. I’d never really thought of a woman’s back as erotic
before but then I’d never seen Carrie’s nude back before. It was perfection.
She even had sexy dimples right above that perfect ass of hers.

     Thoughts of putting my thumbs into those dents as I
took her from behind assailed me and my morning wood suddenly became painful.
It also made me aware of where it was; nestled in between two firm buttocks. My
dick seemed to have some kind of homing ability toward her ass. I snuggled
closer into her and realized that my hand was cupping her breast.

     This morning couldn’t get any better. I had a breast in
my hand and my dick was sandwiched between two smooth mounds of deliciousness.
I spread kisses along the soft skin of her back at the same time squeezing her
breast gently and playing with the nipple. Carrie moaned in her sleep clenching
her ass cheeks around my dick as she wiggled back into me. I barely kept the
groan of pleasure from escaping my mouth. I didn’t want her waking up just yet.

     I moved my hand from her breast down under the covers
to her sweet pussy; a pussy that I’d taken twice last night. It had been the
best damn sex of my entire life, and not just because I hadn’t had to wear a
condom. Although, that had been amazing. No, it had been the best because I was
so damn in love with her. Looking into her eyes as I’d moved in and out of her,
sharing that connection with her, seeing her love for me shining in her light
blue depths; all those things had changed my view of what sex was all about.

     Before, sex had always been about getting off. I never
felt any kind of connection with any of my other partners. It had been all
about a release of pressure. I’d never looked into any of the other girls eyes
as we’d come together, but even if I had it wouldn’t have been the same as when
I looked into Carrie’s. I loved her. It made everything with her
different…more.

     My hand had reached her sweetness, and I ran my finger
lightly along the seam of her lips. She was still wet from last night from when
I’d come in her twice, and just the thought of her filled up with my semen sent
my arousal spiraling into the stratosphere. I cupped her mound slipping a
finger inside her and messaged her clit as I thrust in and out smoothly. I kept
it gentle and soft wanting her to get worked up in her sleep before she woke.

     She moaned again pushing forward into my hand and then
back into my cock. I couldn’t control my groan this time as I kissed along her
shoulder up to her ear. Her breathing was becoming erratic and I could see her
hands clenching into the bedding. It wouldn’t be long before she was completely
awake.

     I sucked on her earlobe and whispered. “Carrie?”

     “Uhm,” she moaned out half asleep continuing to move
her hips.

     “Does this feel okay?” I swirled my finger around
inside of her. I wanted her real bad, but if she was hurting I wasn’t going to
take her.

     “Mmmm.” She answered sleepily moving with my finger
searching for more, not flinching away in pain. That was good enough for me.

     Situating my leg in between hers and hiked her leg over
my thigh so that she was wide open I just had to shift slightly and I was
sliding in. Even though she was wet she was still a tight fit for me, but
because she was relaxed I glided in all the way to the hilt. Fuck! The feel of
her was amazing; nothing between us to distract from the full pleasure of our
joining.

     We both gasped out a long ‘Auhhh’ at the complete
uniting of our bodies.

     I began to slowly thrust in and out of her. I’d never
made love this leisurely before, just enjoying the unhurried drag and slid of
my cock inside something so perfectly tight, wet, and hot. It was
excruciatingly pleasurable. I pinched and rubbed at her clit. 

     “Nic…auhhh…” Carrie’s hand fluttered back to curl her
fingers into my hair. “I love you.” She whispered through gasping breaths.

     Her declaration had my hips slamming forward into hers.
She cried out and I grunted at the sharp pleasure. “I love you too.” I forced
myself to go back to the previous slow glide. I wanted to make this last. “So
much, baby.”

     After only a couple minutes of thrusting and playing
with her clit Carrie unexpectedly convulsed around me. Her face was pressed
into her pillow but I could hear her muffled ‘ahhh’ as she climaxed. I grimaced
and clenched my teeth through her contractions holding back my own orgasm, not
wanting this to be over yet. 

     When she slumped in satiation afterwards I grabbed a
pillow and tucked it into her hips and then rolled her over onto stomach
keeping us connected. I placed my arms on each side of her so I wasn’t pressing
all my weight on her. Her bottom was tilted up slightly giving me a perfect
angle for thrusting.

     “Is this okay?” I asked huskily by her ear as I
continued to move, not wanting her to feel confined.

     “Oh, yes,” she whimpered looking boneless.

     Her arms were bent and positioned next to her head
aligned with mine and she lay there allowing me to do whatever I wanted to her.
It was a heady thought. I leaned to the left still pumping into her and lifted
my right hand smoothing it down her perfect back and ass. Her skin was so damn
soft.

     “You have the sexiest back and bottom I’ve ever seen.”
I caressed my hand over both globes especially those dimples, and looked down
watching my cock move in and out of her. There went my leisurely ride, because
that sight escalated my excitement from slow and gentle to fast and hard.

     I worked my free hand under her hips and cupped her
mound. Making sure I was in contact with her clit I jerked her back as I pushed
into her hard. She stuffed her face into the mattress moaning and I knew she
was afraid of someone hearing her. I jerked her back again and thrust eliciting
another long moan, from both of us this time. The sight and feel of her
delectable ass slapping into my groin was incredible. I kept it up and in time
Carrie started pushing back into me on her own accord, catching the rhythm. Her
face was still pressed into the mattress to cover the sounds she was making and
I was trying my best to minimize my grunts and groans, but it was damn hard
because it felt so fucking good.

     Her neck and shoulders seemed to be calling to me so I
leaned down sucking and nipping on her flesh making sure to leave some marks.
She was mine. 

     “Oh god…oh god, Nic.” She mumbled into the mattress.
Her hands clenched tightly at the sheets and the muscles on her back tightened
in tension. Damn, that was sexy! The soft slippery walls encasing my dick began
to ripple and compress telling me she was about to come again. I wasn’t far
behind and I wanted us going together. I thrust harder and faster rubbing my
palm on her sweet spot.

     The ripples of her walls matched the coiling tension in
my balls until abruptly she clamped down on me like a vice at the same time
muffling her wail of rapture into the pillow she’d taken hold of. The feel of
her throbbing tightness constricting around my cock was too much and I slammed
forward as far as I could go, and exploded shooting load after load into her.
Clamping my mouth down on her shoulder and grinding into her I let out a
long-ass groan of agonized bliss as my orgasm seemed to go on and on.

     Collapsing forward I barely caught myself from falling
completely onto her in drained satiation. I kept just enough weight on my arms
so she could breathe and laid my head next to hers so I was facing her. Her
eyes were closed and there was a small smile curving her plush lips. Leaning
forward I kissed her but she didn’t reciprocate. Pulling away I realized in
astonishment that she’d fallen back to sleep, either that, or she’d passed out
from pleasure. 

     I smiled in smug satisfaction; I’d worn her out. What
guy wouldn’t be pleased about that?   

     Surprisingly, I felt rejuvenated. 

     The alarm on my clock displayed 9:21 a.m. It was Sunday
and we had no practice today, so there was nothing to get ready for. Carrie had
Sunday’s off from work, so we had the whole day to laze around; eat, make love,
watch a little T.V., make love, do some school work, fuck like mad.

     My dick twitched inside of Carrie at the images going
through my head and I exhaled a breath in stunned amusement. That it was able
to show life after that explosive climax was astounding, but then not really; I
was constantly aroused around Carrie.

     I slid my cock out of her tight sheath carefully so as
not to wake her and gave a slight shiver at the feeling. She expelled a soft
sigh at the disengagement, but stayed asleep and unmoving. Slipping out of the
bed I looked down at her slumbering form and found myself frowning. The sheet
had slipped down past her hipbones and I could see that she’d lost some weight;
not a lot but it was noticeable on her small frame. I’d discerned it somewhat
in the bed last night, and this morning when I’d been touching her, but I had
been too caught up in the moment to take comprehensive notice.

     She’d probably hadn’t had too much of an appetite in
the last few weeks with the stress she’d been under. I knew I hadn’t, being
away from her and all. The thought of her losing weight reminded me what Dr.
Mathew’s had said about Carrie almost wasting away during her first few months
in the hospital four years ago and it sent a wave of panic through me. Thinking
back to last night I’d remembered seeing her eat at least two slices of pizzas
and then some chips during the trivia game, and for a girl I knew that was
probably good. My alarm lessened with that thought. Now that she was out of the
hospital she should be more relaxed and regain what she’d lost. Carrie was
slight of frame and she couldn’t really afford to lose too much weight.

     I covered her up with the blankets and leaned down
giving her a kiss on the forehead. I didn’t like the thought of her depressed
and not eating, but last night knowing that she’d ate and had been laughing
dispelled a lot of my worry. Hell, seeing her carefree and laughing last night
had aroused me to no end. She’d been a firecracker during the game, and she’d
also shown how intelligent she was by answering many of the questions. My girl
was smart, but then I already knew that.

     I stepped into the bathroom to take my morning piss and
received a hell of a shock at seeing dried crusts of blood around the root of
my dick. Virgin blood! Shit! Breaking her hymen last night and causing her pain
had been like wounding myself, but actually seeing the blood that I’d made her
spill was like a kick in the gut. I almost headed into the bedroom to spread
her wide to make sure she was alright and not bleeding to death, but retained
enough command over my alarm to realize that every girl goes through this and
she’d seemed fine all three times I’d taken her. She’d been screaming in
pleasure, not pain. 

     Grabbing a washcloth I wet it and cleaned myself up
wanting to wait to take a shower for when Carrie woke up so we could have it
together. Although, maybe I should take it now; if I took one with her I might
be tempted to take her again. Who am I kidding; of course I’d take her again.
Seeing her naked and soaped up was a wet dream come true.

     But, damn, seeing that blood made me realize that I’d
probably over-indulged myself on her last night and this morning. She was
probably going to be sore and in need of a bath, not a shower with me jamming
my junk inside her for a fourth time.

     “Is everything okay?”

     Carrie’s voice startled me out of my internal dialogue.
I turned from the sink to see her standing in the doorway of the bathroom her
body covered in my shirt from last night. Her tousled black hair fell down past
her shoulders, drowsy luminescent blue eyes stared back at me hesitantly, and
she was tugging on the hem of my shirt.

     It wasn’t difficult to see that she was feeling awkward
and unsure on how to proceed after our night together. I could also see that
she was trying her best not to stare at my dick that had jumped at the initial
sound of her voice, and then hardened and rose as I’d stared at her. The damn
thing didn’t know when to rest.

     But fuck, she was stunning.

     I couldn’t help but smile at her shyness after
everything we’d done. Grabbing a towel I draped it around my waist, for her
benefit not mine, and walked over to her. Wrapping her in my arms I kissed her
and rubbed at her back.

     “I think that question is mine. How are you feeling?”

     She buried her head in my chest. “Uhm, I’m good.” 

    Her hesitant reply had me immediately concerned. Shit! I
shouldn’t have gone at her again this morning. “Carrie, are you hurting? Did we
do too much for your first time?”

     She shifted in my arms and pressed her face harder into
mine. “I’m not sure; I just…really need a shower.”

     I smiled at her actions. It was like she was trying to
burrow into me. “How about a bath instead? It will help if you are sore.”

     A nod against my chest. “I just need to use the
bathroom first though.” She mumbled.

     My thoughts turned to the blood on my dick. “Are you
sure you’re okay? I mean…I had blood on me and I just want to be sure that I
didn’t hurt you too bad.”

     “Oh, jeesh.” She whispered. “Nic, I’m okay. I just
really need to use the bathroom.”

     A gave her back another rub. “Okay, but I’m coming back
to help you with that bath.” I stepped back and headed for the door, but gave
her ass a swat on the way out. She grimaced hunching over with her legs tight
together. I grabbed her arm in concern. “Shit, Carrie, you are sore. I’m such
an ass. I’m so sorry.”